| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads |
| 1: | A Christmas Carol | It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas eve, | 1849 | 16 | 490 |
| 2: | A Farewell: To C. E. G. | My fairest child, I have no song to give you; | 1856 | 12 | 472 |
| 3: | A Hope | Twin stars, aloft in ether clear, | 1842 | 12 | 484 |
| 4: | A Lament | The merry merry lark was up and singing, | 1848 | 8 | 526 |
| 5: | A March | Dreary East winds howling o'er us; | 1848 | 10 | 532 |
| 6: | A New Forest Ballad | Oh she tripped over Ocknell plain, | 1847 | 60 | 518 |
| 7: | A Parable From Liebig | The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing | 1848 | 8 | 464 |
| 8: | A Thought From The Rhine | I heard an Eagle crying all alone | 1851 | 18 | 449 |
| 9: | Airly Beacon | Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; | 1847 | 12 | 470 |
| 10: | Alton Locke's Song | Weep, weep, weep and weep, | 1849 | 18 | 474 |
| 11: | Andromeda | Over the sea, past Crete, on the Syrian shore to the southward, | 1852 | 496 | 456 |
| 12: | Ballad Of Earl Haldan's Daughter | It was Earl Haldan's daughter, | | 32 | 456 |
| 13: | Ballad: Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree | Are you ready for your steeple-chase, Lorraine, Lorraine, Lorree? | 1874 | 24 | 464 |
| 14: | Child Ballad | Jesus, He loves one and all, | 1847 | 14 | 435 |
| 15: | Christmas Day | How will it dawn, the coming Christmas Day? | 1868 | 105 | 501 |
| 16: | Dartside | I cannot tell what you say, green leaves, | 1849 | 19 | 453 |
| 17: | Dolcino To Margaret | The world goes up and the world goes down, | 1851 | 12 | 394 |
| 18: | Down To The Mothers | Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral; | 1852 | 15 | 406 |
| 19: | Drifting Away: A Fragment | They drift away. Ah, God! they drift for ever. | 1867 | 15 | 425 |
| 20: | Easter Week | See the land, her Easter keeping, | 1867 | 16 | 511 |
| 21: | Elegiacs | Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland; | 1849 | 18 | 421 |
| 22: | Fishing Song: To J. A. Froude And Tom Hughes | Oh, Mr. Froude, how wise and good, | 1856 | 18 | 422 |
| 23: | Frank Leigh's Song. A.D. 1586 | Ah tyrant Love, Megaera's serpents bearing, | 1854 | 12 | 476 |
| 24: | Hymn [1] | Accept this building, gracious Lord, | 1870 | 24 | 487 |
| 25: | Hypotheses Hypochondriacae [1] | And should she die, her grave should be | 1835 | 79 | 469 |
| 26: | In An Illuminated Missal[1] | I would have loved: there are no mates in heaven; | 1839 | 15 | 394 |
| 27: | Juventus Mundi | List a tale a fairy sent us | 1872 | 76 | 436 |
| 28: | Margaret To Dolcino | Ask if I love thee? Oh, smiles cannot tell | 1851 | 10 | 442 |
| 29: | Martin Lightfoot's Song [1] | Come hearken, hearken, gentles all, | | 44 | 416 |
| 30: | My Hunting Song | Forward! Hark forward's the cry! | 1849 | 14 | 426 |
| 31: | My Little Doll | I once had a sweet little doll, dears, | 1862 | 16 | 441 |
| 32: | Ode On The Installation Of The Duke Of Devonshire, Chancellor Of The University Of Cambridge, 1862[1] | Hence a while, severer Muses; | 1862 | 132 | 443 |
| 33: | Ode To The North-East Wind | Welcome, wild North-easter. | 1854 | 68 | 409 |
| 34: | Old And New: A Parable | See how the autumn leaves float by decaying, | 1848 | 8 | 469 |
| 35: | On The Death Of A Certain Journal[1] | So die, thou child of stormy dawn, | 1852 | 24 | 405 |
| 36: | On The Death Of Leopold, King Of The Belgians[1] | A King is dead! Another master mind | 1865 | | 455 |
| 37: | Palinodia | Ye mountains, on whose torrent-furrowed slopes, | 1841 | 39 | 504 |
| 38: | Pen-Y-Gwrydd: To Tom Hughes, Esq. | There is no inn in Snowdon which is not awful dear, | 1857 | 24 | 423 |
| 39: | Qu'Est Qu'Il Dit [1] | Espion aile de la jeune amante | 1870 | 13 | 496 |
| 40: | Saint Maura. A.D. 304 | Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last! | | 245 | 427 |
| 41: | Sappho | She lay among the myrtles on the cliff; | 1847 | 36 | 547 |
| 42: | Scotch Song | Oh, forth she went like a braw, braw bride | 1847 | 20 | 436 |
| 43: | September 21, 1870 [1] | Speak low, speak little; who may sing | 1870 | 16 | 395 |
| 44: | Sing Heigh-Ho! | There sits a bird on every tree; | | 24 | 440 |
| 45: | Sonnet | Oh, thou hadst been a wife for Shakspeare's self! | 1851 | 13 | 428 |
| 46: | Sonnet | The baby sings not on its mother's breast; | 1851 | 17 | 423 |
| 47: | The Bad Squire | The merry brown hares came leaping | 1847 | 84 | 417 |
| 48: | The Day Of The Lord | The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand: | 1849 | 28 | 465 |
| 49: | The Dead Church | Wild wild wind, wilt thou never cease thy sighing? | 1848 | 8 | 444 |
| 50: | The Delectable Day | The boy on the famous gray pony, | 1872 | 24 | 414 |
| 51: | The Find | Yon sound's neither sheep-bell nor bark, | 1856 | 24 | 424 |
| 52: | The Invitation: To Tom Hughes | Come away with me, Tom, | 1856 | 108 | 429 |
| 53: | The Knight's Leap: A Legend Of Altenahr | So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine; | 1864 | 32 | 404 |
| 54: | The Knight's Return | Hark! hark! hark! | 1857 | 16 | 402 |
| 55: | The Last Buccaneer | Oh England is a pleasant place for them that's rich and high, | 1857 | 32 | 458 |
| 56: | The Legend Of La Brea [1] | Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake, | 1870 | 158 | 412 |
| 57: | The Longbeards' Saga. A.D. 400 | Over the camp-fires | 1852 | 164 | 393 |
| 58: | The Mango-Tree | He wiled me through the furzy croft; | 1870 | 48 | 424 |
| 59: | The Night Bird: A Myth | A floating, a floating | 1848 | 20 | 580 |
| 60: | The Oubit[1] | It was an hairy oubit, sae proud he crept alang, | 1851 | 12 | 430 |
| 61: | The Outlaw | Oh, I wadna be a yeoman, mither, to follow my father's trade, | 1847 | 44 | 474 |
| 62: | The Poetry Of A Root Crop | Underneath their eider-robe | 1845 | 20 | 441 |
| 63: | The Priest's Heart | It was Sir John, the fair young Priest, | 1870 | 36 | 423 |
| 64: | The Red King | The King was drinking in Malwood Hall, | 1847 | 76 | 438 |
| 65: | The Sands Of Dee | O Mary, go and call the cattle home, | 1849 | 24 | 403 |
| 66: | The Song Of The Little Baltung. A.D. 395 | A harper came over the Danube so wide, | 1864 | 168 | 435 |
| 67: | The South Wind: A Fisherman's Blessings | O blessed drums of Aldershot! | 1856 | 12 | 445 |
| 68: | The Starlings | Early in spring time, on raw and windy mornings, | 1848 | 8 | 489 |
| 69: | The Summer Sea | Soft soft wind, from out the sweet south sliding, | 1862 | 8 | 444 |
| 70: | The Swan-Neck | Evil sped the battle play | 1851 | 52 | 399 |
| 71: | The Three Fishers | Three fishers went sailing away to the West, | 1851 | 21 | 416 |
| 72: | The Tide River | Clear and cool, clear and cool, | 1862 | 26 | 432 |
| 73: | The Tide Rock | How sleeps yon rock, whose half-day's bath is done. | 1849 | 8 | 389 |
| 74: | The Ugly Princess | My parents bow, and lead them forth, | 1851 | 16 | 406 |
| 75: | The Watchman | Watchman, what of the night? | 1849 | 12 | 445 |
| 76: | The Weird Lady | The swevens came up round Harold the Earl, | 1840 | 46 | 435 |
| 77: | The World's Age | Who will say the world is dying? | 1849 | 24 | 463 |
| 78: | The Young Knight: A Parable | A gay young knight in Burley stood, | 1847 | 32 | 477 |
| 79: | To G. A. G. | A hasty jest I once let fall | 1856 | 16 | 411 |
| 80: | To Miss Mitford: Authoress Of 'Our Village' | The single eye, the daughter of the light; | 1853 | 14 | 598 |
| 81: | Trehill Well | There stood a low and ivied roof, | | 44 | 419 |
| 82: | Valentine's Day | Oh! I wish I were a tiny browny bird from out the south, | 1873 | 8 | 458 |
| 83: | Young And Old | When all the world is young, lad, | 1862 | 16 | 441 |
